Love Is Ǝvil

25 Slip Into the Red Dress You Like

"Where're your cat ears?", Ryan asked, his grin amused and curious. His wife punched her elbows into his side.

Marshall rolled his eyes. Of course she knew. Why only was Ryan so chatty with his wife? That's not how she knows, homo, it's all over your face. "Hey you two", he gave Mona a short welcome-hug. "Good to have you here, too. Maybe he'll stop being an ass now."

She smiled at him. "Don't hold your breath on that. But he's been fairly good lately. I thought I give him a little treat." With that she fanned out her dress a bit, white and a little old-fashioned but it suited her well and complimented her dark skin as well as her curves. It wasn't overly sexy, only really pretty - which was even better, if Marshall was asked. Who would ask you? You shouldn't care for pretty, that ain't for a slut like you.

"Looks good", he nodded understandingly. He sure hoped they'd get along well. Their marriage was one of the few ones he knew, that actually held up still. Married almost eight years, dating just as long before that. A stronger relationship he didn't know and he was admittedly a little envious of them, and often annoyed with Ryan for fucking it up with some stupid-ass mistress. But in the end, who was he to talk? Thought experiment: What'll happen when you inevitably cheat on your boo? He'll shoot your bitch ass or he'll try to beat the slut out of you? Kim couldn't do it, but maybe a professional will help. Any thoughts? If he couldn't serve Ryan as an example of what not to do, well, then there was not much use in helping him.

Now he eyed up Ryan in his suit and cape. He flashed him some plastic fangs. "You're Dracula, huh?", Marshall guessed.

"And I'm Minna, obviously", Mona explained.

He assumed that was Dracula's wife-to-be, but he would need to watch that movie again to be sure. "Cool."

"And what are you? If you want to be Marshall the Cat, couldn't you have gone with the Marshall, who as some semblance of a fashion sense?" Ryan looked him over more closely now. Something, Marshall really grew to hate these days. "And I ask again, where are the ears? And the tail? It's not much of a cat you have going here. He'll surely be disappointed."

Marshall picked at the neckline of his zipped up hoodie. Relax, there's so much hoodie on you, nobody can see any skin. Which is a shame. When you gonna show some cleavage, homo? As if he wasn't aware that a sweat suit firstly wasn't a cat costume and secondly wasn't much of a costume at all and thirdly it was too big on him as well. He knew all that! No need for everybody to point that out to him. "There were ... complications. I could use your help with that, actually." His ears started heating up already and Nicolas wasn't even here yet. Fuck.

"My help?", Ryan asked. "Sure. What you need me for? Shall I zip up your dress?"

Okay, now all of his face felt hot. He already knows, get your head out of your ass, little gay looking boy, you gonna need that space later. He must shine red like a stop light.

Ryan laughed low. "Really? Don't you wanna have Nicky do that?"

"Don't call him that", he grumbled. He felt so fucking stupid and miserable and he just wanted to bail. But that wasn't really his nature. He saw things through, especially when they were bad ideas. So, here he was and you're finally fucking doing it!

Mona elbowed her husband again. "Shush, be nice."

"You know what? Stuff it. I'm taking your wife with me, she's way nicer than you anyway." He stuck his tongue out to Ryan and shoved Mona toward the back of the studio, away from the party. The music and chatter grew quiet, the more they walked away. He pulled keys out of his pocket and opened one of the doors.

Mona closed the door after she stepped in. "So, you're really doing this? With Nicky, I mean. Good for you."

He rolled his eyes. "Why's everyone saying that?"